Little hands

I miss that look of total trust, small hand in mine as we step forward, that laughter, like diamonds, that sparkle in the glow of candlelight, those cuddles and kisses, of innocence, those times I watch you sleep, no more those little hands in my big hands, but love that never ends, and one day in the years to come, you might have little hands in yours, and I will hold those little hands and love them even more

Loves all the same

All love is equal, all love is the same, love that does join us, sides of one coin, love does not differentiate, race, gender the same, love does not care that we’re not all the same

What I do in the bedroom may differ from you, but our passions are equal, love that is true, lives that have passion, lives just the same, love binding partners banishing pain

So stop all the bigotry, and stop all the hate, because the world it has grown up, and is doing what’s right, recognising that love is the answer to pain because, guess what, who cares that we’re not all the same